There infront of us we can see the battle fields of blood , the fields of corpses, the lands where plants used be_children used to play
Where god's once set their foot on now is dyed red
Along with the GOLDEN blood of god's
DARK blood of devild
And the blood of humans flows into the
shattered banks of the dried rivers
ABOVE all these sitting on the hill of dead god's lay a man with the hilt of a sword in his HAND
HE sees below and remembers the days
when he was alive
ABOUT a man whose in dead in his lifetime
About a man who slaughtered the gods for toying with his LIFE
ABOUT A MAN OF GIEF AND DEATH